Disremember

"Excuse me, I forgot why I'm here. Perhaps you could help me?" I heard the old man's voice coming from the next booth over and I knew he must have been talking to me. I finished placing the pancakes in front of the current patrons I was serving and turned towards him. He was old, or at least life had been pretty rough on him. His face was wrinkled both with the lines of long worry and great happiness. He must've experienced plenty of both in his long years. I also noticed that he wore a wedding ring, although he was completely alone in his booth, and I hadn't seen anyone come in to the restaurant with him. His smile was friendly, but slightly vacant.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?" I said with the brightest smile I could manage under the circumstances of long hours, little pay, and less sleep.

"I don't know." He said with a slightly bewildered look, "I came in here for a reason, and now I don't know why I'm here." He looked me in the eye and faltered for a long while as if hoping I could immediately relieve him of his confusion.

"Did you perhaps want some breakfast?" I suggested. "We do serve great pancakes, good coffee, and we have daily specials on all sorts of breakfast items. Today, the scrambled eggs are-"

"No," he cut me off, "I'm not hungry. I don't think I want breakfast. I just wanted to see her, I think."

"See who?" I asked genuinely curious.

"I... I don't.... I can't remember." His expression tensed a little and then softened. He smiled at me and said, "Hi, could I get a cup of coffee and perhaps some pancakes?"

"Well of course," I responded, confused by his change of mind. "But I thought just a moment ago you had said you weren't hungry."

"Did I?" The old man wrinkled his eyebrows, "I can't seem to remember. I forget some things now and again. Oh and could I get a cup of coffee with my eggs and bacon?"